The playful and seductive smile in Nan Xun's eyes was frozen in the fire until... the fire engulfed her completely.
At the moment when the tongue of fire completely swallowed Nan Xun, Xiao Ba's ghost howl suddenly sounded, "Damn it, I saw you being burned when I opened my eyes, why is it so miserable
And the big boss, isn't he blind, why did his eyes become blood pupils? Going crazy? Such a crazy eye won't be so red! Those eyes looked familiar, and he was staring straight at you, his eyes were so strange.
What the hell! The big boss seemed to be looking at Grandpa just now! Delusion? It must be my grandfather's delusion..."
Nan Xun was about to recite the formula for entering the space, but Xiao Ba came out of retreat, and her primordial spirit was directly pulled into the space by Xiao Ba.
It's really time.
Xiao Ba was still wailing, "Ah, thinking of that look from the big boss just now, my heart still palpitates. We've all entered the space, and he can't possibly notice it. Huh, huh, it's so scary, my heart is tingling."
Its star space is an ancient artifact. When worn on Nan Xun's hand, it takes on the shape of a bracelet and becomes invisible, but after Nan Xun enters, this space turns into one particle among thousands of particles, and it is absolutely impossible to be discovered.
Nan Xun stood absentmindedly in the space, looking at the "night" overhead.
fraud
She is indeed a liar...
Lied to him, lied to Xiaoba, and lied to himself.
... hehe, so you're mad
What are you angry about, compared to you, I'm not good at all. You don't remember anything. Every time I run after you, the person who remembers everything wants to forget and dare not forget, isn't it better than you? pain
Mencius stood on the edge of the killing field, with a pair of blood pupils still staring at the fire.
After the fire burned, the painting demon became ashes, and when the wind blew, it dispersed. In the end, not even the ashes were left.
Zhuo Bufan walked behind him at some point, with a sad expression on his face.
All this was caused by him. He didn't know that the master knew his movements like the back of his hand. When he found this place, the master brought other elders with him.
Why is Brother Meng rectifying his name, it's all fake! But it was to lead Brother Meng over, and then slaughter this evil cultivator in front of all the righteous people, and by the way make Wushan's status even higher.
But Master, how can you use me? You have always been an unattainable presence in my heart.
You don't know, this heinous evil cultivator in the eyes of all of you has never harmed innocent people, he just wants to live his own life with his painting spirit.
And now, just because of your self-righteous Dao, you have to slaughter this evil cultivator.
Brother Meng didn't die, but his beloved wife died, so what's the difference between killing him.
In the end, both sides suffer, is this what you want...
"Brother Meng, I'm sorry..." Zhuo Bufan had tears in his eyes, but he couldn't hold back.
Meng Ziyi withdrew his gaze and glanced at him, his bloody eyes swept over as if poisoned, but also as if there was nothing, extremely indifferent.
There was no grief on his face as Zhuo Bufan imagined, and Zhuo Bufan was just an insignificant person to him.
He raised his hand, suddenly pressed his chest, and chanted a spell in his mouth.
Then he laughed softly.
"... With the blood deed, even if you hide in the ends of the earth, I can find you too, Xun Xun."
The last two words were so light that they melted into the wind as soon as they were spit out.
At the same time, Nan Xun in the space looked down at his chest and opened his eyes slightly.
She was clearly in a state of emptiness, but there was a blood-colored mark on her chest.
The shape of a flower.
It seems to have merged with her soul.
She even felt a familiar breath from the blood-colored mark.
At this time, the blood mark was slightly hot, and there was a slight burning sensation all over the body.
However, in just a moment, the blood-colored mark was hidden again, and everything just now seemed to be her illusion.
After Nan Xun was stunned, he understood.
That's right, this is... a blood pact.
"Huh?" Xiao Ba suddenly turned his head to stare at her, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you feel a strange aura just now?"
Nan Xun was silent and did not speak.
Xiao Ba muttered to himself, "Imagination, this is the master's space, without the permission of the master, no one has the ability to come in, hum, it must be the master who just came out of retreat, his mind is still unclear."
Nan Xun looked at Xiao Ba and smiled slightly.
So stupid, I'm too embarrassed to lie to you again.
— rumbling.
The sudden sound made Nan Xun's expression change.
"Xiao Ba, what's the sound?"
"Well, silly you, thunder, what else could it be.
On the bloody killing field, Meng Ziyi threw the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand on the ground, then looked up at the sky. A moment ago, it was still cloudless, but at this moment, a large cloud of dark clouds continued to gather above his head.